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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Beautiful Child On Her Birthday With A Wreath Of Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst others give thee wond’rous toys,<br>Or jewels rich and rare,<br>I bring but flowers—more meet are they<br>For one so young and fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Tis not because that snowy brow<br>Might with the lily vie,<br>Or violet match the starry glance<br>Of that dark, lustrous eye; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor yet because a brighter blush<br>E’en rose leaf never wore,<br>But ’tis that in their leaves lies hid<br>A rare and mystic lore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with its aid I now shall form<br>A wreath of flow’rets wild—<br>Graceful, and full of meaning sweet,<br>To deck thy brow, fair child! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The primrose, first, the emblem fit<br>Of budding, early youth;<br>The daisy in whose leaves we read<br>Pure innocence and truth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rosebud, sign of youthful charms,<br>We well may give to thee,<br>And with it join the sweet frail leaves<br>Of the shrinking sensitive tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, tribute to thy modesty,<br>The violet emblem meet,—<br>Itself concealing, yet on all<br>Shedding its perfume sweet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for thy kind and gentle heart<br>We bring the jessamine,<br>To twine with ivy, ever green—<br>True friendship’s sacred sign. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy wreath is formed—of blossoms bright<br>I’ve twined each link, and, yet,<br>Another flower I still must add,<br>The fragrant mignonnette, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which says “However great the charms<br>That to thy lot may fall<br>Thy qualities of heart and mind<br>By far surpass them all.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye, be it thus, and ever may<br>This lovely wreath, as now—<br>Emblem of every precious gift—<br>Be fit to deck thy brow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, last and dearest, ’mid the buds<br>Of that bright varied lot<br>Must ever be, my gentle child,<br>The sweet forget-me-not!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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Or jewels rich and rare,
I bring but flowers—more meet are they
For one so young and fair. 

’Tis not because that snowy brow
Might with the lily vie,
Or violet match the starry glance
Of that dark, lu..."></div>
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